the whole cooking thing's getting to me.
and so is "criminal minds".


what goes on beneath.
i can only imagine.


it has been so long.
what constitutes having lost content.
asleep, or a grateful traveller from his homeland.
must i do what all great muses do.
take off, or switch slants?


i'm not sure.
whether eating four oranges a day will kill me.


not there just yet.
i cant do it, the aspect most adored.
truly, i'd love to.
dont let it hold you back though.
thats how harsh it can get.
not me, not yet.


in passion and silence
every word, every line a measure
its the science of the soul
and his books, they breathe a reason
and now i want to know.

perfection at 3:55 PM